Always dreamt of living in those towns you see in the movies, where the dust swirls in slow faded motion, where lonely lampposts whisper words to one another. People walk about hurriedly, hustling in their coats pulled tight around them, and a sudden chill sweeps the town. And this town, in the middle of nowhere, stands alongside a jetty which gazes out to sea. I'll take that lonely walk down the dusty streets; beckon to the lampposts my silent acknowledgment. Then I'll sit at the edge of the wooden pier, legs dangling, and fall asleep amidst the sounds of sonata waves.
While my country fights valiantly against Thailand, and a goal up, I sit here in front of the computer screen. Resonances of jazz fill the room, bringing about a mysterious romance to the place. Much as I want to follow the match, I haven't felt this sort of emotions for a long, long time. Not those days thrash-filled with angst, no no. This time, it's something special. Something warm.. beyond reason.
If ever you gently tap me by the shoulders, and I look into those eyes of yours, I swear I'll never let you go. The seabirds sweeping over the seas shall be our witnesses, and the lapping of waves, our voices.
I'd probably go join the rest of 'em for P.E tomorrow. If the weather were as fine as the previous days, wind ruffling our hair constantly, it'd be good to go for a run to take my mind off things. Very soon, I'll swing the closet doors open and let the little things that pile up at the back of my head loose. I'll pick up the pieces one by one. It isn't gonna do me much good if one day, I get swallowed up by my reluctance to clear up the dark clandestine secrets I struggle to hide.
Hah. Ian, you emo-kid. I'm so ashamed of you.
posted by cigarettelove @ 4:13 AM
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